C-Jay

Back n Forth (feat. Shmid da Grid)

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Heard it was a problem but I'm really in the street If I have to solve em then I really bring the heat 40 when I palm it man I really let it beat Hit him in his head knock a nigga of feet Standing on edge and the cliff looking steep Either I'm dead or in prison with the sheep F*ck it I'm trapping till this shit dead Strapped up son two clips one head Standing with my bredgin tryna get to a level Listen to the beat that's a Yiff instrumental Yifferent shit on a Yifferent pedal All that lip just quit an settle Quick and subtle, go get kettle Put it to the heat and whistle metal In shit deep don't need no medal Nigga talking brick but still on pebbles Coming from a city get cold in the winter Done asked around no one knows this nigga Feeling real tense got my finger on the trigger Nigga talk tough got slapped by a spinner Big 45 where you at my nigga Violate me I attack my nigga Squeezing slugs out the strap my nigga its a wrap my nigga f*ck a cap my nigga Slow shit down bring it back my nigga It's me all day in the trap my nigga I don't even need no backs or fillers Cus me I move like a one man killer Team all blue no red man with us Beam on tool all head man hitters Teams all fools from dead man litters Dreams all cool but not go gettas Still gotta hustle tryna get to the money People wanna talk but ain't shit funny Run up on a clown and I make shit crumby Coming from a town where ain't shit sunny Crash on me be a makeshift dummy Lights on green but I brake shit cunny Walking with racks can't take shit from me See a man down an it ain't shit to me Say shit to me come face shit fully Imma be the man that breaks this bully Carrying the team imma makeshift pulley Shots itch skin but ain't shit woolly Talk about love that's fake shit to me Talk about bread and the cake shit to me Sounding real sweet like bakes with honey Baby come close come taste this for me Slow shit down its some real shit I know niggas with a kill switch Beat off rounds and we peel quick Lock the whole town if we feel it See a red card and we deal it I don't even care if you reel it F*ck all the talk you can see it Montreal city we the realest Try my squad and we dumping Run up on a nigga and pump him Hit another man he slumping I don't really care bout nothing He move like a fiend cus he fronting Checking a opp he running I bet a nigga can't say nothing Im crashing that Bentley for nothing
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